Corruption War Poem by Tony Adah

We see the evil spread its wings
Flying over the land
Taking here;
Taking there
Is it only for stomach sake
That they amass all these
And leave us shrivel like a tobacco leaf
In the heat of the harmattan?
There's war
There's looting and trampling
In the land
Still no one speaks for every
Snail has single berry.
We have drank from same stream
We have all touched the palm oil
And every finger is stained
None is stainless
In this fight that is selective.
When we belch;
It is oil that smells
When the Niger delta belches
It is the oil that comes out
And we steal it
Steal it for our personal good
And the majority look up
To the Commonwealth that is empty.
They're fighting but the umpires
Have their fingers stained.